Klein and Terry Carr with my appreciation PROLOGUE “We advise that our patrons not attempt the slopes today, other than the Blue Run. A distinct danger from avalanches is still present throughout the skiing area. It would be prudent to remain in the chalet, or perhaps to consider spending the day in town.” 1398, RIMWAY CALENDAR Wescott knew he was dead. There seemed little chance for Margaret, either. Or for his daughter. He had followed the instruction and stayed inside and now he lay beneath tons of ice and rock. He could hear weeping and screams, lost in the dark around him. He was trembling in the cold, his right arm crushed and pinned beneath a fallen timber. He could no longer feel the pain. Or the arm. He thought of Delia. Just beginning her life and almost certainly swept away. Tears ran down his cheeks. She’d been so anxious to come. He closed his eyes and tried to resign himself. Tried to place himself again aboard the Falcon, where he and Margaret had met.
